Only Deeds Give Strength To Life, Only

For No One Does Life Drag More Disagreeably Than For Those Who Try To Speed It Up.

The Burden Of Suffering Seems A Tombstone Hung About Our Necks, While In Reality It Is Only The Weight Which Is Necessary To Keep Down The Diver While He Is Hunting For Pearls.

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.

A Woman Who Could Always Love Would Never Grow Old; And The Love Of Mother And Wife Would Often Give Or Preserve Many Charms If It Were Not Too Often Combined With Parental And Conjugal Anger. There Remains In The Face Of Women Who Are Naturally Serene And Peaceful, And Of Those Rendered So By Religion, An After-spring, And Later An After-summer, The Reflex Of Their Most Beautiful Bloom.

You Prove Your Worth With Your Actions, Not With Your Mouth.